Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Deck track
your back Yo

A of a wreckage
50 shell hot track leaking out the
Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg
Call shop of horrors, Lyric just in my holster
Whip and boil, ?lugotan? the holler
Daily operation, bullet tingle farther
8 seconds a scar your wild buccaneer
Round table revolve ten musketeer
Think you, got all the
Think you poli bitches
You run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches
The swiftness, hit the spots that are
Shake the decent, like 3 sticks of dyno

My administration deceive the
Start the next generation by artificial
Contaminate stations, for in the making
Concentration camps, for industry domination
Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you
I'm a nuclear warhead evasion
Extermination of the next man, when the Germans
We burn this for occasions, I see your expiration
your sweatin,
I cassette and eject your selection for air time
Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in time

Crime
We with the undisputed, routin toutin
21 gun solutin, new
Wu-Tang, slang your unit
Put us in cassette deck, yo, improvement
Smash and blast the shit, I'm doper math
That makes you level the devil
And never
The stakes is hot, like snatch pots
And hot
Fully gats mmhmm
The uncanny, panty man
Crock, took by the hook of the man
Look, now you caught up in the
Rap Tight and my appetite

Today's day, The gets dropped on America
Human civilization in concert treble concentration
amps blown, Speaker abduction
The Mad weed corruption
From The brain cells
Its sucker duck season. fuck
as you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and exits your ass
Impregnate the math, then give birth to a
of speech drew form, with 8 arms
Napalms, collapses stages you perform on
Drama face, abominate, sling crack the black high gate
The fades the hearts of men
Slip the in
Off the like telemarketing sales condone over the phone

Danger
Bozzy alone, in a terradome Stalon
a great cannon, bones cerebral swollen
Straight both ways
All you roaches lay down I spray the damage
the banners, the green gamma ray
Gain up the data, Scatter
Then a dark part D and you used to play all day
The ray sound you, You kung fu check the cleaner
From fire I gun you for fun
9-1-1
Someone tore the tunnel son
1-2 Check your
Crunch, munch on you for lunch
You drunk, bald headed monk
Top bunk, chunk trunk full of junk
Buffer and bump stop me
Ruff a scum muthafuckas,
my shit just luckily

Other emcees made a big
Fronting on the mic that's great
What? how you want it fried or
I place in through the heart of a snake
Sceam at mapps, what we can take
Til the day we die, meet the gates
Golden going strong, I'm holding weight

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